To The Muse - Speech Of The Poet Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

Muse my Muse,
You won't escape me!
Your tracks remained
On sand, for me
So that I found you
And I will find,

Because you know
That after all
I wasn't still in time,
To warm for one's soul
In your glitter.

Why are you escaping for?
Where this way
You are rushing
In this windy night?
In this dark night?
You know?

You will stay
In my dreams.
Beautiful
I it certainly know!
I certainly know...